No shit, or rather, lots of shit.
You know, I could go my whole life without seeing whale shark shit. I appreciate that marine biologists can get a lot of information out it, but I don’t need to see it at all.
Hear hear, on the things I’ve seen in a documentary that I’d rather not had is some herding habits of Masai kids, flip up a filthy cebu cows’ tail and do a raspberry up her hoohaa to get her going.
Now try to picture the reaction of The Mask at the night club, but based in abhorrent repulsion instead, eyes bulging, jaw dropping, head banging, etc… that was me.
Thank you very much National Geographic Channel.
By the way, I’m going diving on the Andaman Sea this New Year, I hope to see some Whale Sharks there.
Well, whadaya know. I actually found a whale shark on my trip. I dove around the Richelieu Rock at arms lenght with this fellow.
(Un)fortunately the shark refused to provide… ehhh… samples.
Even though it was a small specimen, only 4 meters. I was very lucky to see it on my very first dive trip (15th dive in fact). A guy on the boat told me that it was the first time he ever saw a whale shark in his over 200 dives.
That is so awesome.
I went on a Whale Shark trip out of Exmouth, Western Australia. It just happened to be the day that NOT A SINGLE SHARK was sighted. By anyone. They even sent out an extra spotter plane–to no avail. Bummer. At least my Transderm Scope patch worked.
The dive company offered certificate for a free second trip in lieu of a refund, but I have no plans on visiting Exmouth again. (And the trip was non-transferable, dagnabbit!)
Is that what that’s about?
I saw a photograph of that once, but the caption read: “The FBI never sleeps. The search for Jimmy Hoffa continues.”
Funny as hell, but I couldn’t figure out why someone was doing that in the first place.
Sorry for the hijack.
It’s not quite as exciting, but I’ve seen blue whale poo in the Santa Barbara Channel. It looks like an oil slick of pink vomit, with the color coming from the pigment in the krill they feed upon.